Feeling blue and red all day,
The next too I felt the same
Had to stop this before it came
To destroy my sanity and to death my name
The night sky wished me back,
As I sat by the window for another moonlight
Till I saw a speck of torchlight not
Too far away from where I reside
I ran down as if strings tugged at my legs,
To make me a puppet to the torchlight one
Finally reaching down I ran,
Ran and stared at the night sky
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Found Under Moonlight | ✔
PoetryThis is my fifth poetry book, I'm trying something new - it was one long story expressed in a poetic form. The smoke traced the air I breathe Trying to find it's way back to me - Yuti
